I am grateful for the birds outside my window, singing their Springtime melody 

“Awake, sweet girl, 
morning sits and waits
To mingle amongst 
the wind whistling 
through blades of grass”


I am grateful for the rain drops sprinkling down on flowers, leaving iridescent pearls

soft tear drops from the Sky
sandness or joy
I believe the latter 
for all the beauty this brings 
One would believe such hope


I am grateful for the sun that dances in through my bedside window shining upon on face

Hot, Springtime heat
dotted against skin 
nature’s own freckles
panels of light
bend and move
The dance of sunlight across life